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"For your word list challenge today, I ask that you write an original poem (or re-work an older pen) in the spirit of the book, using at least 3 of these words, post to Mr. Linky, and then return to visit and comment on all the other posts. I'll be sure to visit periodically in the days to come in case you choose to join later."

Oh, day three - I still feel so rusty from such a long absence - I realised I did not even participate in NaPo last year! I am not even sure why... In any case, today's poem is a serious flop. But I said I'd write a poem a day. I didn't say I'd write a good one every day..

Sitting On A Bench In The Park On A Sunny DayA book in my hand, I observedthe geeseAmbling over to me by the bench,Hissing.A row of pointed teeth.Sprays of water shooting upGlittering drops falling onsensible ducks.They cut the water as they swim.A man sat on the benchnext to me - in his handa notebook."Do you come here often?"he asks.I question my instinct.Ravens caw loudly above,a whole crew of themcircling the area.Black against the yellow sun.I look like a foreigner, anartist.It is the man, he has said so.My metal badges clink as Iretrieve a pen from my bag,my metal badges are myforeigner's label